the lower body 327and it’ll soon be national day
and then they’ll cordon off the square again
and the neighborhood guards will be carrying truncheons
and they’ll deal with whoever’s up to no good in the parks
and migrant workers on the run have no home to go to
and they’re out on the street and they’re dripping with rain
drip drip drip drip drip drip drip-a-drip
dripping and dripping
now all hail the clap
and those yellowed cheekbones are sticking out more and more
and those wrinkles covered in eye-shadow are spreading
and those tight leggings make you look like a hillbilly
and the lads on the bus can’t bring themselves to touch your ass
and faded women their looks swept off in a beijing dust storm have no home to go to
and they’re out on the street and they’re dripping with rain
drip drip drip drip drip drip drip-a-drip
dripping and dripping
now all hail the clap
and the gum in your eyes gets thicker and thicker
and you’ve had two abortions already
and dear min dear ya dear lan dear mali you’re all so dumb
and grown men are no good have you figured it out now
and little girls one fag left in their pockets have no home to go to
and they’re out on the street and they’re dripping with rain
drip drip drip drip drip drip drip-a-drip
dripping and dripping
now all hail the clap
and the north wind makes the windows rattle
and birch trees shiver with cold
and old men in overcoats hunch their shoulders
and made-up mothers and aunties have nowhere to dance
and long-skirted birds that’ll flaunt it at good old houhai have no home to go to
and they’re out on the street and they’re dripping with rain
drip drip drip drip drip drip drip-a-drip
dripping and dripping
now all hail the clap